[NicknamedBob]

My Tears Obscure

My tears obscure the vision,
Our flag out on display.
Another hero will come home,
And rest here on this day.

I need to clean my glasses,
They fog up now and then.
It seems to happen often,
And here it is again.

It should always rain for funerals,
It helps to hide our tears,
The dignity, and somberness,
Allay our many fears.

Will I be brave when my turn comes,
Or has it been, and passed?
I know that I could stand to cry,
When He comes home at last.

NicknamedBob . . . March 20, 2006


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[jaycee]

Lovely poetry, NNBob! Enjoy your poetry very much.

[WVNan]

Hi Friend. I have an assignment for you. I need a good “Father” poem to read to my congregation in the morning. I’m preaching on the necessity of fathers to hold the moral fabric of society together.

[JustAmy]

Thank you for sharing another excellent poem with us, NnB.